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The thunderous low-frequency soundwave detonated in the forest, and the caster himself bore the brunt of the impact. It felt like a cannon had gone off right by his ear, Winters's skull trembling with it.
The giant lion was startled by the sudden boom and sprung up from the ground leaping backwards, disappearing into the thickets after a few bounds, vanishing from sight.
Having just escaped with his life, Winters wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He didn't know whether to thank the Magic Combat Bureau or the fact that the peculiar-looking lion had a rather full breakfast.
Without time to ponder this question, Winters bolted towards the edge of the forest.
He hadn't run far when an uncontrollable wave of nausea suddenly erupted in his mind, as if a fist inside his abdomen was hammering his stomach mercilessly; he involuntarily knelt on the ground and began to retch.